Subject V.2.3A | "OMEGA" (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
cerhadivision) wrote2017-05-14 09:57 pm
cerhadivision) wrote2017-05-14 09:57 pm
Isla Sorna
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When you spend a long time building something with your own two hands, it becomes difficult to wrap your mind around the idea of the work being done. Owen grew up around that kind of mindset, and knows very well how it feels to be in the same grip. But he doesn't mind. That's the thing about having a family: it expands, and the world around it needs to expand with it. Little by little, the house came up around them, and they settled into it, and he's never really stopped working this little world of his over like an ever-evolving project that he loves with his whole heart.
They're settled here. Officially. No one can deny it, and even though Owen still has dreams sometimes about InGen -- or anyone -- hunting them down to rip the girls, or even the boys, out of his hands, those fears evaporate every morning. The girls get along as well as any sisters do, and even the squabbling has died down in recent months; the boys have adapted beautifully, and although Chi and Psi still exhibit behavior that looks odd alongside the girls from time to time, they no longer struggle to meet expectations that were completely alien to them for most of their lives.
And then there's Blue and Omega.
The difference in Blue between her youth on Isla Nublar, and the young womanhood that quite clearly blossomed in the Santa Lucia Mountains of central California, is not only noticeable, but striking. Always the one he could rely on over the others, Blue has managed to develop into a creature that is both an extension of his right arm and yet still a highly independent person who no longer looks to him quite so often for cues; she still values her space and her privacy, but those withdrawals from the pack just to brood and sulk have all but disappeared. And while Blue's temper will always strike fear into the hearts of her siblings -- adopted or otherwise -- she's learned to balance it with patience, a trait that would always thwart her more than any other. Until now. Owen always wanted Blue to learn that balance between animal instinct and human rationality, and he knew she'd get there in her own way sooner or later. Now, it seems she has, and it's a beautiful thing to see.
Then, as if her own transformation wasn't enough, she'd somehow managed to turn her mate into an entirely different person.
If Blue's maturation is impressive, Omega's has been nothing short of miraculous. All right... Owen is a professional behaviorist; he knows there's no such thing as miracles, only hard work and dedication. Only this time it wasn't his. It was Blue's time, effort, and uncharacteristic affection that turned a furious, hateful killing machine into something that could be now what he might have been then, before InGen had their way. Omega lives in the house now. He eats when they do. He joins the family in their gatherings, as long as Blue is with him, and although his temper is still zero to 60 when roused, these days it's much harder to set him off than it used to be, even if that wouldn't be saying much. He prefers his mate and solitude over anything else, but his violently aggressive tendencies have been all but curbed for the sake of keeping Blue happy.
For obvious reasons, Owen has kept a close eye on them both from day one, and even from the very beginning Omega has treated Blue like the center of the universe. Owen himself has salvaged his share of abused, wild animals -- it's literally part of the job -- but he knows without question that no one could have done this but her. And her success is absolutely indisputable.
Case in point: today, Omega's dislike for interacting with unfamiliar people had outweighed his desire to be with Blue as often as possible, and instead of throwing a tantrum he simply hadn't gone with her down the mountain.
For Barry, it was supplies; Echo wanted clothes; Blue was only interested in procuring necessary parts for her nearly-restored 1979 Pontiac Phoenix Firebird, a task built upon very specific requirements and one which she would never entrust to any of her siblings. The day is very nice for a sojourn into the city, considering the length of the drive: blue skies and a mild breeze, not quite so far into spring that the air is anything more than comfortably warm. Psi is helping Delta collect chili peppers and the new experimental plums. Chi fell asleep in the grass up the hill. Charlie is giving Owen a hand with replacing some worn poles along the stone steps leading down to the boys' den, when they hear the familiar sound of the Jeep rolling up the long hill that serves as their driveway.
Only, it sounds like it's coming up fast.
Owen and Charlie look at each other, and immediately drop what they're doing to meet the car just as Barry rolls up, screeching to a stop and diving out of the driver's side to rush around to the passenger door. He looks frantic. And he's helping Echo out of the car. She looks like she's about to pitch right off her feet.
"Owen!" Barry calls out urgently, eyes widening immediately as Owen rushes to them. "Owen!" He has to wrap an arm around Echo's back to keep her standing. And then, to Owen's surprise and dread, Barry yells again. "Omega!"
Owen doesn't actually know where Omega has been this whole time. But suddenly he's there next to him, clearly as alarmed at being summoned as Owen was to hear it, and Owen can practically feel the tension in the male raptor's body triple because they both realized the same thing: that Blue is not with them.
"They took her," Barry says, breathless, and the bottom falls out of Owen's stomach.
Echo tries to rouse herself, flopping a little, mumbling in groggy frustration as she tries to shake off whatever is wrong with her and help explain. But Barry keeps his hold on her and barrels right through it.
"It was InGen. They had an entire strike force, Owen, the streets are chaos now. They used non-lethals. Tranquilizers. Echo took a direct hit, but they left her behind. All of them were focused on Blue." He looks at both of them, Owen and then Omega, panicked and desperate. "They came for her."
The weather was gorgeous a minute ago. Now the entire world is ice. Owen's heart has stopped, his breath is gone. Delta and the boys come running up, but he barely notices them. Beside him is Omega, frozen; then suddenly the raptor whirls to him, eyes wide, and the fury -- the fear -- in them is apocalyptic.
Omega doesn't say a word, but Owen immediately finds his voice. "Go get her."
The male raptor is gone like a bolt of lightning. Owen turns and strides quickly to a hidden cache beneath the porch. He pulls out two assault rifles and a hell of a lot of ammo as Charlie shrieks behind him, "Why aren't we going with him?!"
"Because we're going to follow him." Owen tosses a rifle to Barry, and gestures sharply for everyone to get into the car, including the still-dizzy Echo. "After Isla Nublar, Omega found us in less than a week on nothing but Blue's scent and pure instinct. This time he knows where he's going. We'd only slow him down." The motor is still running. Almost before every door is shut, Owen jerks the Jeep into gear. His last words are almost a growl to himself. "With any luck, all we'll have to do is clean up."
The Jeep screeches in reverse, turns, and roars off down the mountain.
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bluebetabitchWhen you spend a long time building something with your own two hands, it becomes difficult to wrap your mind around the idea of the work being done. Owen grew up around that kind of mindset, and knows very well how it feels to be in the same grip. But he doesn't mind. That's the thing about having a family: it expands, and the world around it needs to expand with it. Little by little, the house came up around them, and they settled into it, and he's never really stopped working this little world of his over like an ever-evolving project that he loves with his whole heart.
They're settled here. Officially. No one can deny it, and even though Owen still has dreams sometimes about InGen -- or anyone -- hunting them down to rip the girls, or even the boys, out of his hands, those fears evaporate every morning. The girls get along as well as any sisters do, and even the squabbling has died down in recent months; the boys have adapted beautifully, and although Chi and Psi still exhibit behavior that looks odd alongside the girls from time to time, they no longer struggle to meet expectations that were completely alien to them for most of their lives.
And then there's Blue and Omega.
The difference in Blue between her youth on Isla Nublar, and the young womanhood that quite clearly blossomed in the Santa Lucia Mountains of central California, is not only noticeable, but striking. Always the one he could rely on over the others, Blue has managed to develop into a creature that is both an extension of his right arm and yet still a highly independent person who no longer looks to him quite so often for cues; she still values her space and her privacy, but those withdrawals from the pack just to brood and sulk have all but disappeared. And while Blue's temper will always strike fear into the hearts of her siblings -- adopted or otherwise -- she's learned to balance it with patience, a trait that would always thwart her more than any other. Until now. Owen always wanted Blue to learn that balance between animal instinct and human rationality, and he knew she'd get there in her own way sooner or later. Now, it seems she has, and it's a beautiful thing to see.
Then, as if her own transformation wasn't enough, she'd somehow managed to turn her mate into an entirely different person.
If Blue's maturation is impressive, Omega's has been nothing short of miraculous. All right... Owen is a professional behaviorist; he knows there's no such thing as miracles, only hard work and dedication. Only this time it wasn't his. It was Blue's time, effort, and uncharacteristic affection that turned a furious, hateful killing machine into something that could be now what he might have been then, before InGen had their way. Omega lives in the house now. He eats when they do. He joins the family in their gatherings, as long as Blue is with him, and although his temper is still zero to 60 when roused, these days it's much harder to set him off than it used to be, even if that wouldn't be saying much. He prefers his mate and solitude over anything else, but his violently aggressive tendencies have been all but curbed for the sake of keeping Blue happy.
For obvious reasons, Owen has kept a close eye on them both from day one, and even from the very beginning Omega has treated Blue like the center of the universe. Owen himself has salvaged his share of abused, wild animals -- it's literally part of the job -- but he knows without question that no one could have done this but her. And her success is absolutely indisputable.
Case in point: today, Omega's dislike for interacting with unfamiliar people had outweighed his desire to be with Blue as often as possible, and instead of throwing a tantrum he simply hadn't gone with her down the mountain.
For Barry, it was supplies; Echo wanted clothes; Blue was only interested in procuring necessary parts for her nearly-restored 1979 Pontiac Phoenix Firebird, a task built upon very specific requirements and one which she would never entrust to any of her siblings. The day is very nice for a sojourn into the city, considering the length of the drive: blue skies and a mild breeze, not quite so far into spring that the air is anything more than comfortably warm. Psi is helping Delta collect chili peppers and the new experimental plums. Chi fell asleep in the grass up the hill. Charlie is giving Owen a hand with replacing some worn poles along the stone steps leading down to the boys' den, when they hear the familiar sound of the Jeep rolling up the long hill that serves as their driveway.
Only, it sounds like it's coming up fast.
Owen and Charlie look at each other, and immediately drop what they're doing to meet the car just as Barry rolls up, screeching to a stop and diving out of the driver's side to rush around to the passenger door. He looks frantic. And he's helping Echo out of the car. She looks like she's about to pitch right off her feet.
"Owen!" Barry calls out urgently, eyes widening immediately as Owen rushes to them. "Owen!" He has to wrap an arm around Echo's back to keep her standing. And then, to Owen's surprise and dread, Barry yells again. "Omega!"
Owen doesn't actually know where Omega has been this whole time. But suddenly he's there next to him, clearly as alarmed at being summoned as Owen was to hear it, and Owen can practically feel the tension in the male raptor's body triple because they both realized the same thing: that Blue is not with them.
"They took her," Barry says, breathless, and the bottom falls out of Owen's stomach.
Echo tries to rouse herself, flopping a little, mumbling in groggy frustration as she tries to shake off whatever is wrong with her and help explain. But Barry keeps his hold on her and barrels right through it.
"It was InGen. They had an entire strike force, Owen, the streets are chaos now. They used non-lethals. Tranquilizers. Echo took a direct hit, but they left her behind. All of them were focused on Blue." He looks at both of them, Owen and then Omega, panicked and desperate. "They came for her."
The weather was gorgeous a minute ago. Now the entire world is ice. Owen's heart has stopped, his breath is gone. Delta and the boys come running up, but he barely notices them. Beside him is Omega, frozen; then suddenly the raptor whirls to him, eyes wide, and the fury -- the fear -- in them is apocalyptic.
Omega doesn't say a word, but Owen immediately finds his voice. "Go get her."
The male raptor is gone like a bolt of lightning. Owen turns and strides quickly to a hidden cache beneath the porch. He pulls out two assault rifles and a hell of a lot of ammo as Charlie shrieks behind him, "Why aren't we going with him?!"
"Because we're going to follow him." Owen tosses a rifle to Barry, and gestures sharply for everyone to get into the car, including the still-dizzy Echo. "After Isla Nublar, Omega found us in less than a week on nothing but Blue's scent and pure instinct. This time he knows where he's going. We'd only slow him down." The motor is still running. Almost before every door is shut, Owen jerks the Jeep into gear. His last words are almost a growl to himself. "With any luck, all we'll have to do is clean up."
The Jeep screeches in reverse, turns, and roars off down the mountain.
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"Well, he did say something about wanting all of us to at least eat together once while we were here." She tilted her head to smirk over at her mate. "You were snoring during that conversation, so you probably missed it." Although the thought of sitting down and trying to actually have a meal with her siblings, her mate, his siblings, Owen, the doc, and Owen's dad sort of terrified her right now.
"...maybe later in the week would be better, though."
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"You'll hear him if he calls," Omega points out, ignoring the fact that she very well may not if they get as far away from the farm as he's hoping to go. But it's open fields, and the wind carries, and Owen has a very sharp whistle meant specifically to catch the attention of distant raptor hybrids. So, Omega is prepared to insist a little. "Let's see what's in the trees. Then we can go back, if you want."
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And as it turned out, the woods began a bit further than Blue first realized; the clear mountain air was so sharp it bent distances, making things seem closer than they actually were. When she was close enough to actually touch the first needles, the farm was just a small dot in the middle of the prairie, nearly swallowed by the mountains beyond it.
Oh, well.
The sun had fully set by now, and the night was coming alive with the evening chorus of insects and other nocturnal creatures. The moon was just a sliver, but it and the starlight provided enough for raptor-hybrids to see by well enough. The pines were thick, a carpet of old needles covering the forest's floor, but their scent was heavenly and Blue breathed it in, almost ghosting through the staggered trunks.
A brown and white flash suddenly caught her eye and she trilled sharply in alert--a deer bounded just in front of her, and her hungry stomach bolted her straight into action. The uneven tree trunks made following it challenging, but if she and her mate couldn't take it down, no one could.
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This is his favorite time. Past twilight, when the shadows streak with moonlight or even when the clouds plunge the world into a dark so thick you could reach out and touch it. Their eyes are clear, and the scent of night is different from the day, and cooler. Omega shivers. It's been so long since the last time he went running across a landscape that couldn't stop him -- perhaps even longer since he hunted--
Which is too bad for a certain deer with spectacularly awful timing.
Blue may have lost a bit of steam over the last month, but the two of them are never out of sync in pursuit of prey. Their prehistoric blood takes over, and although the trees force them to weave back and forth, the deer also has to bound this way and that to avoid them, a difficult challenge made worse by the two hybrids flanking it and closing fast.
All it takes is a single break in the trees to the left. Omega leaps between them with a snarl and catches the deer by the neck mid-spring, and the two of them crash into the underbrush, hooves flailing.
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Finally, finally everything calmed, and she wasn't too surprised to see her mate pop up from the greenery, triumphant, and drag the kill out behind him. She swallowed her lingering chortles and grinned. "The mighty hunter," she intoned. Blue licked the pad of her thumb and cleaned a smear of blood off of Omega's chin. "So messy..." But it was a gentle tease, not a true chiding.
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Omega pulls Blue in and kisses her with the blood still on his tongue.
Whether that took the edge off or put a whole new one back on is too soon to say, but he's high on adrenaline and gratification and having here here with him for the very first kill he's made since Isla Sorna could be enough to carry him all the way up the mountain in a single breath.
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God, but she'd forgotten! So lost in her own head had she been of late that Blue had completely put aside the thrill of the hunt, the taste of the kill, and the reward of the meal. She'd been afraid, when the rest of the world should have been trembling in fear of her.
A purred snarl rippled from her mouth to her mate's, and Blue's hands fisted in the front of his shirt.
The deer's blood-scent was strong, filling the air around them with copper and the tantalizing smell of fresh, warm meat. Blue pulled Omega closer, her back pressing against the nearby tree's rough bark. She couldn't help twisting against him, kisses becoming rough, hungry.
"...I wanna kill something else," she growled in a voice dark with heat and animal lust.
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He ignores the deer. No matter how strong or sweet the aroma of death may be around them, it doesn't compare to her presence and the command she has over his body, even when she doesn't realize it, even when she shouldn't.
"Name it," he purrs into her mouth, a low and wicked promise.
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Blue did manage a moment's sympathy for the poor undeserving tree, at least.
She knew she needed to come down from the high, before one or the both of them crossed the boundary of no return. And her mind betrayed her again. But for once, there was no ghost lurking behind her eyes, no rattle of chain echoing in her ears. Just the veil of starlight and the sound of the night wind high in the pines.
And Omega, dark and hot and wicked and so very eager against her. Blue bit back a low, needful moan. But was unable to let go long enough to break their feverish embrace.
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The weight of his body pins her against the tree, deepening the kiss to pure sin and dragging his claws down the tree in lieu of drawing white lines across her soft, warm flesh. It's only when he notices the telltale stirring inside his dark jeans that he gathers whatever grain of sense remains to him. Bared fangs scrape her lip, and he draws in a sharp hiss, pulling no further away from her than it takes to do so.
He's breathing hard, talons half-embedded in the wood at her back. If he touches her, he won't have a chance in hell.
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He hissed across her lips, and Blue licked them clean of him and the deer's blood, whimpering a soft high moan when the tip of her tongue brushed against his mouth. This was agony; the uncertainty, the hesitation still holding her back from what her body absolutely craved. Her skin felt afire, feverish, with only one way to cool it.
Blue opened her eyes, and a snarl curled her lip.
"Fuck me, Omega." Not a request, a demand. "Right here, right now, no matter what." He'd promised to burn it all out of her, after all. "Do it, make all of me yours again.."
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Perhaps to his credit, instead of ravishing her in the instant those words left her mouth, Omega stares at her in disbelief, and a little uncertainty -- does she know what she's saying, because the leash wrapped around her fingers is the only thing holding him back. But it's too late for second guessing. All hesitation disintegrates in the savage kiss that crushes his mouth to hers, and Omega's claws leave the bark to grab her by the hips and jerk them roughly into his. The barest grind against his stiffening cock makes him buck.
Should any complaints find their way out of her mouth between his ravenous kisses, he might not even hear them. There is a roaring in his ears, the sound of his blood pulsing high and hot, and it reverberates with his own snarl of primal need.
The animal he used to be would have torn her clothes to shreds in the effort to get at her, get in her, but Omega drags his hands up her sides and brings her shirt with it, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside into the woods. Rather than slowing down for hungry touches and kisses on newly bared skin, Omega just drops his claws to the front of her jeans and practically yanks them open in his eagerness to shove them down her hips.
He doesn't want to hurt her. He won't. But he can't stop, he has to touch her and his cock is getting harder by the second and -- god, he's wanted her -- he can barely stop kissing her to breathe.
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But Omega's intensity did manage to take her a little aback; Blue whimpered into his savage kisses, but steeled herself to just take it; to stand stoic in the midst of his impressive storm. In order to keep her claws out of his flesh, she reached behind her and added her own marks to the poor tree's scarred bark, but didn't hesitate to lift up her arms at her mate's vehement insistence.
The coarse bark was in turn rough on her skin, but it was a welcome pain; it kept her from falling back into her memories and kept her focused on the now. She was here; those were Omega's hands, Omega's lips and teeth; and mmmmmOmega's lean lithe body sliding so sinfully against hers, no one else's. Ever.
She felt the button of her cutoffs come undone and then they vanished off of her hips; Blue jerked one boot out of the denim and hiked it high along her mate's side, trapping him flush against her and moaning to feel him already hard and surging like the tides in her grasp. Unadorned cotton was already damp and useless--Blue snatched one of his hands and intimated he indulge himself with those, at least.
Then her own claws were yanking at the buttons of his shirt--she felt at least two give and disappear--then she was shoving it off of his shoulders and flattening palms to scarred skin, relearning every line, ever crease. Blue whimpered and whined into messy open-mouth kisses, clutching him tight, desperate to keep them here, and not give in to there.
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Every kiss brings their bodies closer together, and he already can't breathe without feeling her heartbeat in his chest. No sooner has she pulled his fingers to the thin fabric of her panties than Omega shreds them like tissue paper, dragging the ribbons down her thigh as he pulls it tighter against his hip. But he's not just clawing at her like a rabid animal, mindless with unsatisfied lust. She is holding him against her, trying to wrap herself around him one limb at a time, kissing him just as ravenously, making sounds into his mouth that will give him shivers for days. The strained bulge in his jeans is starting to kill him a little.
But the human part of him shoves everything else aside for one heated moment in the middle of the hurricane, when he pins her fully to the tree and buries both hands in her hair and kisses her because he loves her, not because he wants to fuck her inside out.
It's long and full, and by the time it ends his hands are back down her body, greedily shaping out her waist and hips on their way to the zipper of his pants. Omega just shoves them open and down, and groans against her lips once his cock is finally free, sliding obscenely against the groove of her hip. He doesn't bother to undress himself any further. One more time he runs his hands over her gorgeous form, before he catches the back of her thighs and lifts: his lips touch hers with a gasp but don't fully connect when his cock slides easily against the slickness between her legs.
Claws sink a little more into her flesh, and his forehead touches hers, and he tilts her up when his hips rock forward, angling her just right to take him, and he buries himself fully inside her for the first time in too damn long. The heat of her body is almost too much, it surrounds his cock and keeps going to scorch him from head to toe, and he promised to feed it until it sears every last trace of their enemies from her being. Omega hooks an arm beneath her to brace her up, and slams a hand to the tree so that he doesn't shove her brutally up against the rough bark when he thrusts in -- finally, finally becoming one with his mate for the first time since InGen tried to take her away from him.
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Unable to keep from trembling all over, Blue tightened her grip on her mate, feeling him move against...then he was there--right there oh God no wait she couldn't--her entire body locked, seizing tight as she shuddered uncontrollably. Her head falling back and eyes closed tight, Blue cried out, a strangled wail that ripped its way out of her throat. Breath whistled through clenched teeth; she tried to calm down, calm down, but the perfect length nestled inside kept her taut and her muscles gripped and clenched, torn between fearfully rejecting or greedily enticing.
Blue felt Omega's frantic heartbeat next to hers, felt his breath hot on her lips, and she latched to both, panting in return and trying to keep her talons from shredding his flesh. She flattened her hands on his shoulders, but instinctively squeezed his hips with her knees for leverage, pulling a guttural moan from deep in her throat.
"...O-Omega..." she managed to pant, breathless, seeking his mouth for a long, deep submissive kiss.
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But he's inside her now, where he belongs, where no one else belongs, and she hasn't drawn blood yet or even begged him to stop. Omega can't stop himself from moving, but he does stop himself from being brutal, taking her instead with deep thrusts that remain as steady as he can manage when his whole body is vibrating with need for her. And the sound of his name on her lips draws his mouth immediately, meeting the kiss that's waiting for him with all of the demanding lust he won't let himself take out on the rest of her.
His thrusts come a little faster as he kisses her hungrily. Mine, mine, I'm here, you're with me, you're mine. When he needs to breathe, he only pants against her lips without pulling any further away, soft little gasps climbing into rough grunts the more he moves inside her. If he had more hands, he could touch her the way he wants to, maybe soothe her better than this and keep her here with him, but he's fighting her ghosts and his own monster at the same time. Wanting her more than anything else is the only thing in total control of him.
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Thigh muscles quivered, her entire body trembled all over, and hissed breaths pumped in and out of her lungs. The pleasure was lost to her terror, but Blue resolved to ride it out, whatever the cost, even if her sanity didn't survive; she was not going to remain a prisoner any longer!
Yet Omega still surged against her, filling her over and over, and her body instinctively gripped each time he thrust back in. She felt him trembling under her hands, and she threaded arms around his back to hold him tight, dropping her head to his shoulder and clenching her teeth to simply hold on.
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Omega only just bites back a dangerous sound that would have changed the mood between them much faster.
He would never -- never -- voluntarily trade his pleasure for her sanity. He wouldn't take a single goddamn thing for himself if it meant she would lose something of hers, let alone a vital piece of herself already put through such hell. She told him to do this, but he shouldn't have listened, he should have gotten control of himself, he isn't this animal anymore... Finally, enough reason penetrates the tornado of primal desire for Omega to grasp it. Wood cracks under his claws like a gunshot, and his arm tightens across her hips, and then he pulls her away from the tree.
Omega only takes a few steps back and then sinks straight down to his knees on the cool earth. Both arms are folded close around Blue now, and Omega sits back on his heels with her straddling his lap and for a moment he just... holds her. He doesn't move, even though he's still buried inside her and the heat of her body might disintegrate him. He only touches his forehead to hers and slides a hand into her hair, while he tries to catch his breath, and even before he manages to do that much he kisses her again, demanding that she bring her attention back to him.
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God, she could feel him, buried all the way inside her--Omega no one but Omega--nestled deep within her tight folds and filling her more than completely. Arms around his neck, she held him just as close, kissing him back with trembling lips, inhaling the panted breaths he managed to snatch from the heated air between them.
Instinct had her shifting just the slightest, a bolt of white heat shooting up from her loins when her body tightened around his cock, and Blue let out a soft high moan, unable to help doing it again.
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But when he kisses her again and then she contracts around his aching cock, it drags a needy groan out of him, too raw and genuine to hide. It's all he can do not to throw her down and start fucking her all over again. Instead he smooths his hands down her back again and onto her waist, and he urges her to shift more, again, to roll her hips down on his, to ride him as fast or slow or hard or soft as she wants. She's not trapped by his arms or his body; his hold isn't crushing her tight anymore. Omega gives control over to Blue and prays to whoever's listening that she's willing to have it.
"Blue," he whispers in a voice hoarse with effort, "I'm yours, you're mine... I'm yours... you're mine..."
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I'm yours. You're mine.
A single tear traitorously managed to escape her tightly closed lashes, glimmering crystal on her cheek, but Blue never noticed it. Her teeth were bared behind panting lips as she returned the gentle caresses of her mate out of sheer instinct, unthought affection, given only to him. Only.
The sounds he made curled down in her belly, prompting her to soften against him, to slowly melt into his possessive embrace, and in return wind both of her arms tight around his back, resting her cheek against his as she followed her body's primal command and slightly, so slightly, began rocking her hips back and forth. A soft gasp left her with each surge between them, and Blue's hands buried themselves in Omega's dark hair, clutching him tightly.
A low dark purr thrummed in the back of her throat, with Omega's name threaded somewhere in the primal sound, and, using him for leverage, rolled her hips down on his cock a little more, hissing softly when the heated waves of familiar pleasure began to wash over her again.
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He almost kisses the sound of his name from her lips but he can't breathe enough to follow through, so instead he opens his mouth against her throat and sucks with a hungry sound. God, the taste of her, he feels like he's starving, and he runs the flat of his tongue in a filthy wet lick to the corner of her jaw, growling thickly as his teeth scrape her skin. Yours. Mine. He may not be able to stake his claim as aggressively as his very blood always demands, but the claim is no weaker now than it's ever been.
Clearly Blue remembers exactly how to take him inside her in the right way to drive him slowly out of his head, even without the pent-up need that's made it so difficult to keep his thoughts straight this far. She does this to him without any effort; he's more hers than she is his sometimes, and certainly at times like this. One hand tangles in her hair as he moans just beneath her ear, urging her on, wanting exactly this or more if she'll offer it but please, god, don't stop now.
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But one movement triggered another, and the adrenaline coursing through her veins urged her for more, and her hips moved of their own accord, ignoring her hesitation and uncertainty. Unable to help herself, Blue rolled her body over Omega's thick cock, following that with a sharp bounce, then fell into a sinfully sweet rhythm that had her wiggling like a serpent in his arms, trying desperately to follow the commands her own blood had issued.
She needed. He would sate her. Therefore she was to take all he gave her, take it and give it back just as intensely. He was her mate; he belonged to her. No one else was capable of satisfying her. No one. Blue opened her mouth against his cheek, dragging her lips across his skin until she could find his. She kissed him hard, the blood on her tongue fuel for the rekindled flames of passion sparked inside her.
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He can't easily thrust up into her without unbalancing her from her seat so he does his damnedest to hold himself still, at least from the waist down, and let her ride him however her body tells her. But it's impossible to catch everything: when she bounces on his cock, it makes him buck into her, and the obscene ripple that she falls into so easily makes him surge up to meet her. Fuck breathing, as soon as her mouth touches his, he kisses her back with feverish want, and his skin is still prickling and tingling with pleasure everywhere that she touches him.
The kisses are messy, greedy, and he can't get enough of them even when his lungs ache. It's already hard enough not to drag his claws over her gorgeous body and write his name on her all over again; Omega wants to leave her perfect lips kiss-swollen and bruised and flushed deep red. Unconsciously, he thrusts up to meet her when she moves again, his body acting on its own, or perhaps its under her control now. "...Blue..."
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She was forced to drag her mouth from his in order to toss her head back and strangle a keened cry, a particular rough surge of their bodies together sending bright colors exploding behind her eyes. When her eyes opened again, Blue only saw deep shadows and little else; her body had taken over and left her conscious mind far behind.
Another wicked hiss curled her lip and Blue suddenly planted both hands flat against Omega's chest and shoved, hard enough to sprawl him backwards in the thick carpet of dry pine needles. Yes. God yes this was so much better... Eight sharp claws curved over his scarred chest, sinking just enough into giving flesh, and she immediately resumed her sinful rhythm, keeping him prone beneath her while she took him, long dark hair falling over a shoulder to tease his skin, a playful contrast to the wicked Medusa writhing atop him with ever-increasing abandon.
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